tales for dreamers: a black and white world

All colour has been leached out of the world.

The first snowfall of the season tends to do that. Paints the entire world in blacks and whites. But a black so dull it looks a muddy brown.

Trees and creeks, sky and land, all have only two options of colours to choose from.

Not fair, they moan. Give us back our blues and greens, our yellows and golds, they demand.

You’ll have to wait an entire season, the powers-that-be insist.

But the world has grown impatient and doesn’t wish to wait that long.

There will be consequences, the powers-that-be warn.

The world is OK with that. Right now, consequences feel like something destined to happen so far out in the future they might as well not exist.

The snow melts and the colours come back. It proves to be an unseasonably warm winter. The trees and the creeks, the sky and the land, rejoice.

When summer comes, it’s scorching. The sun burns so hot the sky turns white. The creek dries up to reveal its shallow, rocky bottom. The grass and the leaves wither and fall.

And the world turns black and white once more.

For it is the season of consequences.

Last week's image info: The cage of rocks in 'a place to store your regrets' is on a trail at the Elevated Park in St. Thomas, Ontario, about 90 min southwest of my home in Burlington!